The Hollow

A Perfect Circle

Run desire run this sexual being 
Run him like a blade to and through the heart 
No conscience one motive to cater to the hollow
Screaming feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this hungering
So grow libido throw dominoes of indiscretions down falling all around in cycle's circles constantly consuming, conquer and devour
It's time to bring this fire down 
Bridle all this indiscretion long enough to edify and permanently fill this hollow
Feed me fill me up again temporarily pacifying
Feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this hungering